Still do not own. Sorry

The next morning Ginny woke up to find a large black bird on her windowsill. In its mouth was a bunch of rose and tied to its foot was a note. Getting out of bed, she moved over to the bird. Luckily, everyone else was still asleep.

The bird sensed her and dropped the roses in her awaiting hands. Taking the roses back to her bedside, she placed them on her nightstand. She went back over to the bird and took the note of its foot. It read:

Good morning, beautiful

D

A smile crept on her face. It was a sweet gesture. Who would of guessed there was that side to Draco. Did she just use his first name!? Oh, boy. She did. No one had ever gotten her roses or any flower for her for that matter. Harry never did either. Nor did he call her beautiful. Only pretty.

The rest of the day followed her morning. Doors magickally opened for her. That surprised not only her but the teachers as well. Her inkbottle refilled itself for her in Potions. At dinner, a beautiful bracelet appeared next to her at dinner. It was gold with tiny moonstones on it. Of course, it caught the eye of Harry.

"Oy, who's that from, Ginny," he asked, amazed at the gift.

"An admirer, Harry," Ginny smiled. Taking a quick peep over at the Slytherin table, she saw Draco give her a smile.

"Admirer?" questioned Ron, stuffing his face full of food.

"Yes, Ron. Someone who admires me," snapped Ginny. Annoyance laced in her voice.

Ron looked at his sister. "Who'd admire you?"

Ginny gasped. Standing up, she slapped her brother, hard and walked out of the Great Hall. Fuming to herself, she didn't hear someone call her name or come up behind her. It was only when that someone grabbed her arm to get her attention, which it certainly did.

"What did he say?" growled Draco.

Her expression softened. "It's not important."

Draco loved the way she smiled at him. It was a cute smile if he said so himself. He dropped his hand from her arm to her hand. "Tell me."

"Who'd admire you," she mocked.

Laughing, Draco pulled her close to him. He kissed her forehead, softly. "He is so dense."

Pulling away, she looked at him. "What do you mean?"

Sobering up, he shook his head. That was the end of that conversation. Draco moved slightly away from her and looked down at the floor. A cool demeanor washed over him.

"Tonight. Come to the Room of Requirements around 8," he requested.

Ginny looked at him, suspiciously. "Why?"

Draco laughed and tapped her nose. "Cause I want to talk to you silly. We need to talk.

"Ok. I'll come. You better explain your strange behavior, Draco," she warned.

He nodded and took off, leaving Ginny alone in an empty corridor.